Felix White towers his seated friends, goofy grins plastered on their faces. His heartbeat starts getting carried away, giving his cheeks a slight pink, which he barely pays attention to. In his hands he holds his empty plate. He makes eye contact with a girl about to give Annela her order.

         "Please forgive me, this will only take a minute," he politely apologizes to her before turning to Annela. The young woman curiously stares at the handsome boy. From afar he already looked appealing, but up close, separated by the counter giving out a strange mix of food odors, she is able to let her eyes glide on his face with no discontinuity. His light green eyes fixate and engulf themselves in her black ones. The color is brought out by his dark green T-shirt, and has no nuances. The outer corners of his eyes wrinkle under his high cheekbones as he smiles to the young lady. The expression gives him a youthful mischievous look, contrasting with the square jaw of an adult sculpted on his face.

          "Hi, I was wondering if it were possible to get a refill?" he inquires, depositing his plate on the glass display unit. He throws a glance to his friends laughing like idiots, not taking their eyes off once on the scene taking place. He turns his attention back to Annela, biting his lip to suppress a laugh.

          "I'm sorry," she shakes her head. "I don't think I'm allowed to do that." The eyebrows of the group simultaneously rise quizzically, thinking she is refusing the offer they told him to give.

          "Never mind then," he understandingly nods. "Sorry to bother, but I had another question..."

          The people still queuing at the back of the line were starting to throw death glares at the young man, who couldn't care less about their situation, not even noticing.

          "Yes?" Annella urges, apprehending to have the intervention of the chief of kitchens watching the three newbies.

          A complaint rises in the queue reminding Felix of the hassle he is creating.

          "Maybe at the end of your shift... I'll be outside the cafeteria," he quickly suggests.

          "Good idea," she approves, handing him back his plate. He walks back to his table, not feeling a single pair of annoyed eyes between the dozens who are, on his back. The members of the table bombard him with questions and Annela drops her concentration from the boys to continue her search, not after a few efforts. Fifteen minutes later, Anella is unbuttoning her blouse, and liberating her hair from the hair net. After listening to the observations and feedback of Mrs. Dunn, she walks out the kitchens, smelling her clothes and scrunching her nose in disgust, almost gagging. She hears a lighthearted laugh and lifts her head up to see Felix standing  not far away, two hands stuffed in the pockets of his beige shorts.

          "Do you want my perfume to cover the smell?" He offers.

          "Is it really that bad?" She sighs. He takes a step closer and bends down to place his nose a little over her shoulder. He doesn't need to lower himself too much because of the height of the young lady. She is barely half a head shorter than him. No many girls have attained this height, he notices. She chuckles nervously, tensed by the sudden close proximity.

          "Yeah."

          "Wow," she breaths. "Thanks for the honesty." A small smile tugs on the corners of her lips.

           "Always," he affirms. "So yes or no?"

          "Yes please."

          He slides his backpack off and unzips it. Handing her over a Boss bottle, their hands touch and she clenches her jaw in apprehension. But he reveals to be an average intelligent student with a privileged environment. His grandparents were average individuals who pushed their kids towards success and both his parents have successful careers: her mom as a surgeon and his father as a business man owning a shopping mall. As a kid he grew up close to his grandparents altering shifts to take care of the only child often distant from his parents who were kept bus by their jobs. Globally he was a carefree happy child who grew into an affable young adult.

          Annela mentally sighed of relief as he revealed to be a normal human being, but repressed an almost indistinct pout on her lips she made every time she learned an excess of information she never asked for every time she touched someone.

          "Thank you."

          She presses once on the top for a spray upwards and lets the substance sprinkle down on her. The smell is manly but has strong hints of sweet vanilla. He eyes every swift movement of assurance of the girl quizzically.

          Is this the way perfume should be applied? So I've been doing this wrong my whole life? He asks himself mentally.

          "Yes, this is how its supposed to be done," she confirms.

          Whoops, I gotta pay attention to my facial expressions, he scolds himself. He laughs quietly.

          "You read my mind," he confesses.

          She grins, giving him back the hand sized bottle. He had no idea. Rich kids... Anella thought to herself, they got the toys but don't know how to play with them.

          "I'm Felix White by the way," he introduces himself, lending out a hand to shake. Anella mentally face palmed herself. Way too much physical contact in one day.

          "Annella Morgan." Her grip was firmer than his tender fingers squeezing her hand delicately.

          "I just wanted to ask if you were free the day after tomorrow, that is Friday night?"

          She lets her eyes rest on his summer tanned skin for a while.

          "Everything depends of the occasion," she evasively answers.

          "My friends, making a commotion you probably couldn't miss just now, are organizing a chill soirée to welcome some newcomers and celebrate the reunion of old friends that have know each other a few years during their studies here at this university."

          She surprises herself passing her fingers through her thin hair. She is attracted to him, she notices, analyzing herself.

          "Sounds fun, what's the address?" She directly and efficiently bounces back, thinking it could be a good opportunity to take advance of the drunk and semi-conscious young adults.

          A wide warm smile paints itself on his face, giving an eager twinkle in his eyes topped by straight eyebrows.

          "It's at Scott's house, the guy with the long white surfer hair. He rents this small house with another friend near the edge of the town where it isn't too expensive. It's a real nice place and we can make as much noise as we can since it's rather remote from any other neighbor."

          "Seems nice," she comments. "Doesn't reply to my question though."

          "Right," he chuckles. His hand glides through his hair as he thinks. "Um... I think I don't even know..."

          She stares at him.

          Imperturbably chipper, he laughs.

          "I mean, I know how to get there, but the exact address is a mystery to me."

          "Problematic," she presses her lips in a thin line. She reaches for her phone in the pockets of her large white cotton pants. "How about I give you my number and you send me a message when you can pick me up?"

          Takes matters in her own hands... Nice type of girl, she hears him surprisedly think.

          "Sure!" he enthusiastically accepts, taking his out too.

          His friends  slap each others backs and shoulders and back of the head and high five, shouting in happiness as they understand the exchange of numbers going on. Felix huffs, shaking his head, repressing a laugh. Their happiness is contagious and she surprises herself with a rare giggle coming out her mouth. The mellifluous sound resonates in his ears, making his eyes dart to her face from her thin fingers searching for her phone number, and back to her upside down screen.

          "Don't mind those goofballs," he sighs.

           He sends her a Hey with an upside down smiling emoji. She sends back an okay shaped hand emoji.

          She uses emojis too. Bro you got yourself a fine dime here, he congratulates himself.

          "Nice," she states.

          "Enchanted to meet you," he eloquently salutes.

          "Likewise," she answers, on the same level. "Well, I'll see you soon."

          "Of course, bye," he broadly smiles. And the both part ways, only they have to walk in the same way during a few seconds, before she turns to the left, during which the awkwardness is worthy of being made a meme of.